Krystle never missed a Boston Marathon. She was a Boston girl, after all. She was loud and fun and her energy infectious. She worked hard as a restaurant manager at an Arlington steak restaurant and made friends wherever she went.

The void she has left is evident in the memorials dedicated to her. A degree was given to Krystle posthumously by University of Massachusetts at Boston and a portrait of the freckled red-head now hangs in their halls. Mass Bay Community College has also set up a scholarship in her name. A permanent memorial can be found in Harbor Park.

Campbell was once a catering manager at the Jasper White’s Summer Shack, a seasonal cafe on the island. Cafe owner Jeff Dugan said the gazebo was one of Campbell’s favorite places to relax.

When she wasn’t working, she was with her family. Krystle had a special relationship with her grandmother. Lillian Campbell said her granddaughter called her often and stopped in once a week, for a cup of tea and to talk about life. Krystle had even lived with her grandmother for two years after her grandmother underwent a medical procedure.

Family and friends said she would always speak her mind, that she was beautiful, sometimes a little noisy and everyone loved her for it.

A Facebook page set up to remember Krystle continues to collect photos of her – tailgating at Gillette Stadium while wearing a Tom Brady jersey, goofing off with a friend, posing for a picture – always smiling.

Friend Chris Westphal wrote in the days after the bombing:

“I hope you can see this from heaven. Oh honey they spoke of you at Fenway and they spoke of u in the garden. Your name has crossed the lips of famous leaders. Your face has adorn everywhere in print from newspapers to magazines. you will forever live in infamy. i know with all this attention You would hide those eyes under your sox cap and give that sly grin i knew so well. Those who knew you miss you and we are heartbroken that you are gone. But all the world now knows that you were here! And long after I am gone you will never be forgotten. I miss you so!”

Her family, huddled close after the bombings with tears streaming down their face, told a throng of reporters outside their Meford home that it “doesn’t make any sense.”